A Drop Of Life - Ishqbaaaz FF

Who Is She

True to his word, Om played with his nephew and niece. Blocks, reading books and playing Super Heroes where Rudra was Hulk, Shivaay was Thor, Om was Captain America, Ansh was Iron Man and Shivika was Black Widow. They had fun with Rudra screaming like Hulk every ten minutes. Later in the evening as Om was going out, he was met by Anika.

Anika : Kaha jaa rahe ho, Om ?

Om : Oh hi Anika. I was just going out.

Anika : But aaj hii aaye ho. get some rest na.

Om : Rest tho kabhi bhi le sakta hu mei. But I just need some fresh air. And I want to visit Swastik.

Anika : Oh ok. Do say a HI from my side to all of them.

Om : Sure. Definitely...

He dismissed the driver and sat ion the driver's edge. He started the car and drove along the busy streets on Mumbai. As he was driving along, the signal turned to red and he stopped. Patiently waiting, he looked at the traffic and smiled. Mumbai hadn't changed a bit. Paris was entirely different compared to Mumbai. Quiet, peaceful and beautiful. But still, he would choose Mumbai anyday over Paris. He heard a click. He turned back to see someone enter the car and closing the door. He looked questioningly at the intruder. It was a woman. A woman with wavy hair and dressed up in a white one-side sleeved tee and sky-blue jean shorts with a slingbag. She closed the door behind and looked up at him. She must in her mid-twenties, thought Om. She was pretty. Fair skin, black eyes, triangular nose, pink perfect lips and a small mole below those lips. She raised her eyes at him while he just looked back.

Woman : Kya hua ?

Om : Kaun ho aap ?

Woman : Oh.. Signal has turned green. Now can you please drive ??

Om : Excuse me.. Aap..

His words were drowned by a person honking loudly which meant that he had to drive. Exasperated, he turned towards the steering wheel and drove while the woman smiled at his antics. He drove for few minutes and once they were in a less-traffic zone area, he stoped the car and turned towards the woman who was now untangling her hair.

Om : Fine. Who are you ?

Woman : Ehh.. I thought you could see when you look at one.

Om : What do you mean ?Woman : How thick can you ever get ? I am a lady.

Om : Excuse me Lady. I know what are you. I am asking who are you..

Woman : What difference does it make ?

Om : Becoz its me that's driving the car and you are seated in it. So itna tho mujhe haq banta hai ye jaanne keliye kii who are you.

Woman : Whateva... Fine.. My name is Ganga Ranawat.. Atleast I was..

Om : What ??

Ganga : Nothing. My name is Ganga.

Om : What are you doing inside my car ?

Ganga : Oh me ?? Well, I wanted to admire this beauty and write poems on it.

Om closed his eyes and counted till ten. Whoever this lady was, she was irritating him to the core and he felt like blasting her off..

Om : Listen.. Where do you want to go ? I can leave you there and go ahead with my business peacefully.

Ganga : Why what happened to your peace ?

Om : Well, a certain someone just barges into my car and takes away my peace. So what can I expect !!

Ganga (rolling her eyes) : Fine longhead. I am going.